Week 27 - arts edition

This week the second trimester came to an end!  Wow.  We are this far already.  Right now I'm really enjoying being pregnant, even though walking up hills (pant pant pant), tying my shoelaces (I can't reeeeeach), and getting up off the ground (groan, grunt, moan) have never been harder.  I find complete strangers smiling at me and the bump, and it's really kind of nice.

This week we got a dose of culture.  We went on a VIP tour of Picasso's exhibition at the NSW Art Gallery during the week, which was pretty amazing (says she casually about 200 pieces of art valued at multi millions per item), and also to the opera on Saturday night (Turandot).  I thought he'd kick and be quite active during the opera (because he can hear), but he was really quiet.  Hope the little guy wasn't scared by all that yelling.  Here's me just before we headed out:

And me at the Opera House.  I think this is my favourite preggie pic so far.  The dress I'm wearing was the bridesmaids dress I wore for Emma's wedding, and it was pretty boobtacular, but that's never stopped me before.  Going to the opera is so much fun.  Where else do you see people in tuxedos and people in crocs at the same event?  We tried to go to Jamie Oliver's Italian joint in the city for dinner beforehand, but the line was out the door at 6.10, so our backup plan was burgers at Rockpool.  And as far as backup plans go, it wasn't a bad one...

We were loaned a preeeeetty bassinet by the lovely Blake and Roz (and Juno!), which I'm really excited about.  This is what he'll sleep in when he's brand new for the first few months.  It comes with a tripod, or you can hook it off the roof.  I think we'll use the tripod, and he'll just be next to my side of the bed, within arms reach for the first little while.  Cuuuute.  And let's be honest, everyone should start off life in Danish made furniture.

This week my favourite yoga place in Surry Hills also started doing prenatal yoga, which I am over the moon about, as I was driving to Bondi to go to another prenatal class which I wasn't really loving, but I LOVED my first Body Mind Life prenatal class on Saturday morning.  And they have a brand spanking new studio, which is really lovely and light and open and totally within walking distance from home.  I remember going to my first prenatal class when I was about seven weeks pregnant i.e. really, really early on, and realising I so wasn't needing to be in a prenatal yoga class yet, either physically or mentally.  I so wasn't ready to visualise a baby and any mentions of things like birth made me feel a bit uncomfortable.  I was also totally embarrassed to say I was so early along, and felt like a total fraud for not even looking pregnant when everyone there was at least visibly pregnant.  I went back to normal yoga after that for a while, but since the bump has become a lot bigger, I'm going to the baby lady classes.  And now I'm definitely ready for them and it's a lovely chance to just chill out and bond with the dragon bump.  Plus it feels so good to stretch out after being in an office chair all week.  I also love looking at the other people in the class, and of course, comparing myself to them.  Usually they start out these classes where you have to say your name and how far along you are, so you can perfectly gauge how you compare to other women (because we all know this is a competitive sport) and how your bump compares.  But it really is amazing how many different shapes and sizes preggie women come in.  It's also amazing to see women who are right at the end of their pregnancies and think what that might be like.  From the look of things, mainly uncomfortable, but I'll just enjoy this nice phase while it lasts.